[the worst museum ever]

[exuviiated]

[Aaron actually fits in to this place, if only in clothes. It is, without a doubt, the weirdest museum he has ever visited.

He wants to go home, but that won't be happening any time soon, so he'll settle for watching a small black spider (sorry, a Nox spider) scurry on the ceiling and window.]

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[batdweeb]

[The legless Nox rolls impressively far down the hall, disappearing into the dim distance of the museum.]

[Was the museum that dark earlier?]

[Whatever. The exit's free, meaning Aaron can get to safety. He gives the younger man a quick nod.]

I don't think we'll be making any return visits any time soon.

[exuviiated]

I know that I won't.

[Aaron shakes his hands like he's trying to fling the lingering feeling off of them.]

[He doesn't waste any time heading to the exit, but turns to Bruce once he's at it.]

--are you coming?

Thread end?

[batdweeb]

[Bruce pauses to linger in the doorway and stare into the distance.]

[He looks... concerned, but snaps out of it when Aaron speaks up.]

Right, of course.

[And he'll follow Aaron out of the museum, although not without the occasional glance over his shoulder.]